Page 96 of Force Play

My heart stutters in my chest, and for a second I think it might give out on me. Still at her feet, the lines of her face are soft, the fear gone. This isn’t a game, it’s not something she’s trying on for size. She’s right here on the precipice with me, ready to fall. Vulnerable, open and so fucking stunning. I thought it was there earlier when she opened up about her ex, but I see it now clear as day. She’s all in. “I need your words.”

“I want you bare. Nothing between us.”

I’m on my feet, bringing her with me in an instant. There’s no way in hell I’m doing this with her pressed up against a wall like some desperate quickie.

As I walk us past Ronnie’s bed, she doesn’t even lift her head, exhausted from the hike. Thank fuck for that.

With Indie still clinging to me, I lower her to the end of the bed and she goes up onto her knees, kissing me deeply, taking control as she tugs my shirt up, breaking away just long enough to get it over my head.

“Indie, slow down.”

“Can’t. I need this.” Her lips are already brushing against mine again as she pushes at the waistband of my shorts. “Need you.”

“Fuck, don’t I know it, but we’ve got time,” I say, my hands coming to the side of her face, stopping her, surveying if it’s fear or something else driving her.

She nods, slowing her pace. “It’s just . . . No one’s ever made me feel the things you do. Sometimes it feels like it could all slip through my fingers.”

“I won’t let that happen.” I push her back on the bed and stretch out over the top of her.

“These still need to go,” she says, slipping her hand into the back of my shorts, but she lacks the panic-laced urgency from a moment ago.

“And they will, but first, I need to finish my meal.”

She hisses when my teeth graze her nipple on my path down to her pelvis. “You don’t have to—”

I silence her with a raised eyebrow. “You wouldn’t take my life’s greatest pleasure from me, would you?”

“Ridiculous,” she huffs before she turns to putty under me with one swipe of my tongue.

“Judging by how soaked you are, I think you like it, too.”

“So damn much.”

My fingers slide in easily, curling and pulsing; working her back up to the panting mess she was in the hallway before she asked me to fuck her with nothing between us. My cock throbs at the reminder and I press my hips into the bed, seeking out relief. “I’m going to need you to come for me now, because I’m not too proud to admit that I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to hold out with this perfect pussy wrapped around me and nothing between us.”

“Dom.” Her cries are borderline feral as she grips the sheets, her hips lifting. Pushing her back down, I keep my palm pressed to her pelvis and work her clit with my tongue. She comes apart with a curse as her thighs close around my head.

Crawling up the bed I lower myself so my lips brush against her when I say, “Taste yourself and tell me if you’d get sick of this. I’d give up baseball if it meant I could start and end everyday like this for the rest of my life.”

She lifts, sealing her lips over mine. While we work each other into a frenzy with our mouths, she wraps a leg around my waist, pulling me in and scooting her hips until I’m lined up right where she wants me. “Fuck me, Dom.”

“Say no more,” I tell her, thrusting into the most perfect pussy. She stretches around me, her tight heat almost more than I can handle. “This is where I was meant to be. This pussy was always mine. You were always meant to be mine.” I ignore the primal need to pull out and drive myself back inside her, claiming her until she’s screaming my name. This moment is one I want to imprint on my very soul, never forgetting a single detail.

“I’m yours,” she repeats, pulling me forward with her heel, burying me as deep as she can. And when I give my hips a shallow thrust, her mouth falls open and her eyes roll back. “I can feel you everywhere like this. Oh god. It’s so good.”

And it is. I’ve never felt anything like it. Gritting my teeth I battle the tension already crawling down my spine, threatening to end this far sooner than I would like. The she-devil underneath me notices and her lips tip up in a devious smile before she tightens around me. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Firecracker.”

“What’s wrong?” Her voice drips with a sweetness that we both know she would never use outside of mocking me.

“If you’re enjoying this half as much as I am, I’d think twice before doing that again.” Snaking my hand between us, I press my thumb to her clit, pulling a shaky exhale from her.

“This?” she asks, clamping down so her muscles squeeze me again. It’s enough that I have to slow my movements.

“Fuck, Indie,” I growl, circling her swollen clit, hoping she’s close because I’m hanging on by a thread, as sweat beads along my brow.

“Shit,” she groans, her facade cracking and the cocky smile slipping as she digs her nails into my shoulder.

“That’s better. Two can play this game, Baby.” I lower my head, sucking her nipple into my mouth. “Tell me you’re close.”

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